Birth Machine - Everlost

My hell is crowded

With angels of regret

My heaven’s overburdened

With a swarm of living dead

It’s funny how

This animal

Became the ultimate predator

When it only feeds upon its own flesh

The seed has grown

The birth machine goes on and on!

Immune to pestilence

And spared by war

The one who got the party started

Did you ever think

That it would end this way?

That your gift would be abused

By those made of clay

Worn out

By hate

This world keeps turning faster

Let’s get it straight

We’re heading for disaster

All empty words they speak

Drown in noise

But only for so long

The birth machine goes on!

In the age of sin

We are slaves to this machine

But now the only thing we are told

Enjoy your perfect life in a perfect world

Worn out

By hate

This world keeps turning faster

Let’s get it straight

We’re heading for disaster

All empty words they speak

Drown in noise

But only for so long

The birth machine goes on and on!

It’s funny how

This animal

Became the ultimate predator

It’s funny how

This animal

Became the ultimate predator